the sun comes up, Where Van Gogh's canvas meets the brush, It's honeysuckle vines and chocolate candy, It's a shotgun ride on an Angel's wings, It's wakin
your whiskey made from corn, But save your Sunday's for the Lord, It's a good chance you were born and... Chorus: Raised in the sticks, That's where
't like yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer fight for each step i take on that ladder break my back for a slice of that American pie that's why. Yeah that's why
1st Verse: There's a picture of a covered bridge, with water running under it flowing through my mind, takes me back in time. After haulin' hay all day
